See anything?
Not with all this sun.
Then lean out more, damn it.
Over there.
Over here!
Moisés!
Don't move, Moisés!
As he floated there,
Romeo thought it'd be pretty ironic to die like that.
An arrow through his chest,
shot by the woman who broke his heart six months earlier.
He was meant to kill her.
But Romeo wasn't the one dying.
Please.
No, please…
Greta.
Greta, my baby's coming. Help me, please.
Greta!
Are you hurt?
I'm fine. There's an exit wound. I'm fi--
Hear that?
The girls are winning.
I need you to help me give birth.
Come on. Hold on to me.
Squeeze, squeeze.
Squeeze hard. Push. Push, come on.
Come here, Moisés.
-I can't. -Shit. What should we do?
Find something sharp.
Okay.
My baby's coming.
And I'm going, Greta.
Hang in there, please.
But I'm happy.
Because I know he's going to make it.
And we'll meet on the threshold of this life.
And even if it's just briefly,
we'll see each other.
I need you to cut me open.
-No. -You have to cut me open.
Please.
Okay.
-You can do it. -Okay. Here we go.
I'm going to hurt you and the baby.
-I can't do it… -Hey!
No one can hurt me anymore.
Don't worry.
Give it to me.
Give it here.
Come here. Come on.
Moisés!
Let's get out of here.
Let's go.
Get him out.
The girls.
What are you doing?
The baby was coming. I tried to get him out.
-I'm not strong enough. -Gina.
-Calm down. -And neither is she.
-She's really weak. Gina. Gina, sweetie. -Gina!
Gina.
Did you win?
Yes? You won?
I need you to get my baby out. Please.
Pull hard. It's difficult. Please, get him out, okay?
Please, I'm begging you.
There's water flooding in. We have to get off the boat.
-There's a lifeboat on the deck. Open it. -Okay.
Get him out.
Are you sure?
We have to open it. Knife.
Is he alive?
Breathe.
Pass him to me.
Don't worry.
It's okay.
Come on.
Please.
My little boy.
You did it.
You did it, sweetie.
Gina?
Gina.
-No, Gina. Please. -Gina.
Girls, the lifeboat's ready.
I'm losing a lot of blood.
-We need to go to the hospital. -Too many questions.
Doctor Guerra?
Yes.
We hit a snag. Several of us are injured.
We need you to come to Almería right now.
-What's the situation? -Two shot with harpoons and one burned.
Where are the harpoon injuries?
One went straight through Romeo's chest.
The other hit Beefcake near his stomach.
There's no exit wound, but he's bleeding a lot. Do I pull it out?
Don't touch it.
You could tear his intestine. The hemorrhage would be far worse.
If the contents of his stomach spill out, they could destroy his insides.
-I need to operate on him. -Okay.
Romeo, how high is the harpoon exactly?
Romeo.
It's… It's on the left side of my chest, level with my shoulder.
-A couple of inches above my nipple. -There are no organs there.
Take the harpoon out by the tip end.
Then disinfect, stitch, and staple the wound.
-Okay. -Do we have a needle and thread?
I have something we can use.
Now let's focus on the burn victim.
-What burn degree is it? -A high one, Doctor.
I need you to be more specific.
-Describe the burn. -Okay.
Okay, Doctor. A distress flare exploded in his face.
The gunpowder stuck to his skin.
He was burning for 10 to 15 seconds.
His skin is pink with some black parts. His eyes are cloudy.
Cloudy?
-Like a fish when you get it out the oven. -Those are third-degree burns.
That kind of injury requires surgical intervention,
skin grafts, and, from what you're saying, some kind of face transplant.
Moisés, turn off the fucking speakerphone. You're scaring him.
I won't last until the doctor gets here from Tenerife.
Okay, Doctor…
I can go to the hospital on my own.
I'll say it was a diving accident.
Beefcake, look at me.
We can't go to the hospital.
No, you're coming today. Talk to Garrigues.
He'll arrange you a private jet. We'll see you in a few hours. Okay?
He'll be here in a few hours.
We'll cover Xuan's face with dressings and antibiotic cream to prevent infection.
All right.
Darwin.
You look better than the rest of us.
You can go to the pharmacy. Go on.
Drink.
Bite.
Right…
One…
Two…
Now get me out of here, please.
If I bleed out, I don't want it to be in this shitty RV.
Romeo.
If I lose a few more pints of blood, I'm going to die.
I want to go to the hospital on my own.
Let's just enjoy the most magical moment of the day.
The sunset.
We'd like a room for tonight.
For the three of you?
Four.
Shit, it's my home phone.
Darling, why are you up so late?
I can't do my homework, Dad.
Why isn't your big sister helping you?
She had a sleepover, and Linda María is confusing me.
Okay. Tell me, honey.
How many tens are there in 30 hundreds?
Get the calculator.
One second, sweetie. I'll tell you.
Let's see.
Thirty hundreds?
Yes.
3,000.
3,000? No, it can't be.
-Hundreds. -Jesus!
-Put it in tens, damn it. -100 times 30.
It can't be. Put it in tens.
-Oh, no. -300. It's--
-Yes, 300. -Yeah.
Darling,
there are 300 tens in 30 hundreds.
Thanks, Daddy. When will you be back?
-In two days, more or less. -Is Uncle Moi with you?
Yes, he's here.
Well, tell him my Pou died.
Your Pou died, sweetie?
Why don't you tell your uncle? He's right here. I'll put him on, okay?
Hi, princess.
-Uncle, my Pou's dead. -What happened?
I think I overfed him, and I didn't play with him.
It's okay, honey. Don't worry. Don't be sad.
We can adopt Pou 2.
Who's Pou?
Her virtual pet.
-Or we can give him a different name. -Okay.
-I love you lots, princess. -I love you too.
-Take me to the hospital. -There's an exit wound, don't worry.
We have to stop the bleeding, clean it, and I can stitch it.
You know how to stitch wounds too?
Surgeon, hooker, and baker.
Greta, we can't go to the hospital.
If we do, they'll call the police.
You'll have to file a report. Then those guys will come for you as well.
And we've left a trail of bodies behind us.
"A trail of bodies."
I went to spend the day out at sea.
I've been shot, and I can't go to the hospital.
Girls.
The baby's asleep. I'll get the money from the hiding place.
Moisés.
You have to do me a favor.
You have to call my girlfriend and tell her I've gone away.
What are you talking about? You'll talk to her yourself.
-You'll get through this, you'll see. -I'll be disfigured for life.
You have to tell her I left her for another woman.
What do you want to do? Break her heart?
Look, Xuan.
If she's in love with you,
she won't care how you look.
She'll be by your side, you'll see.
You don't understand. I'm falling apart.
I'm a monster. She's a normal girl.
She's a kindergarten teacher.
I lied to her.
It'll be easier for her to think I left her for another woman.
At that moment,
as I tried to convince Xuan that everything would be fine,
I saw clearer than ever that it wasn't true.
He was doomed, like we all were.
People like us can't tell the women they love what we really do.
You can never reveal the truth
because it automatically bars you from having a normal life.
I'll talk to her, Xuan.
I give you my word.
I had a life, Wendy.
I was going to have a house in the country with my girlfriend… and be happy.
But you just had to come and hit on me at the gas station.
Motorcycle rides…
What did I tell you? That I had a girlfriend.
But you didn't care.
You came back, again and again and again.
Until you got what you wanted.
I fell in love with you.
And all for what?
To live a lie?
To play the girlfriend in your fake life?
Change this.
Careful.
That's it.
This wasn't a fake life.
The one before, in the club,
when I was raped every night,
that was fake.
This is the real one.
Or…
at least I thought I was entitled to a real one.
Or to fall in love a second time.
Because the first time…
that wasn't… the best situation.
I became a hooker to get my girlfriend out of poverty.
And she left me.
I was stuck there, kidnapped by those bastards.
And no one saved me like they do in the movies.
Gina saved me.
And so did Coral.
Then this life happened.
I thought I would be…
holed up forever, without seeing or talking to anyone, and…
And then I saw you.
And you saw me.
And you smiled at me.
And for those 20 or 30 seconds…
I wasn't scared, you know?
I felt like a normal girl.
And then I went back home.
And…
I siphoned off the gas from the motorcycle
with a rubber hose to see you again.
Moisés, do you think Jesus Christ was right?
That what gives life meaning
is kindness and forgiveness?
I always thought that base passions drove men.
Primal instincts.
Our dicks,
hunger,
ambition…
selfishness, greed…
and revenge.
That's why we're here.
Because of goddamn revenge.
And look at us.
Maybe Jesus Christ was right,
and I could be happily having dinner with my daughters,
teaching my youngest about tens and hundreds.
What if this is my last night?
Life sent me a sign already, Moisés.
I almost died once.
I didn't pay attention to the signs.
I'm not ignoring them a second time.
Really,
was all of this necessary?
Telling your story like that,
with women always screwing things up?
First, we bit the apple, which isn't true, but you punished us
with the pain of childbirth.
You're a nasty piece of work.
What about the apostles?
Twelve men.
One hooker.
And, well, my favorite part is…
that you created your bro first.
Then, so he wouldn't get bored,
you took a rib from him and created us.
You made us from a guy's spare parts.
You mean you didn't know you were going to cause so much pain?
You knew from the start that things wouldn't be easy for us women.
Of course you knew.
You can't do such shitty marketing for a species you fucking created.
You could've promoted us a bit more.
Okay, sorry.
No, sorry. I didn't mean to chew you out. You have enough with…
But, shit, I mean…
Now we women have to fix it all ourselves, you know? And…
And it's getting really hard.
Really hard.
Virgin of Carmel, queen of the seas.
Take care of our friend Gina, okay?
She's a good person.
What the fuck are we doing here?!
I'm fucking bleeding out!
I'm going!
I'm going to the fucking hospital!
Sit down, Beefcake.
No.
No. I'm not going to end up like Xuan.
No, that won't happen to me.
Calm down. Sit down.
Get the fuck off me!
No, that'll be worse.
What will you do to me?
Gonna do me in like Christian?
What the fuck does he mean?
That's what I want to know.
What the fuck do you mean?
That we'll let you bleed out like those bitches did to Christian?
You tell him, damn it! This dimwit's going crazy!
I looked at Romeo right then and there
and saw how he was desperately seeking my approval.
I realized he was more afraid than when he was skewered by a harpoon.
Tell him!
Much more afraid than the two times he was on the brink of death.
But, somehow, it was easier for me to keep believing him
than to give in to my suspicions and obliterate my whole life.
For now.
Subtitle translation by: Tom Sullivan